(Continued)
….the tree whose roots was his spawn point.
" How did it grow so big?"
The tree was not how he remembered it. Where there once was a tree that was of epic proportions now stood, comparatively speaking, a tree that could pass of s a pillar that held up the constantly dark skies of the Genesis Remnant mountain cluster if one did not consider it's curling and twisted morphology; the stem of the tree had expanded in width to rationality-defying proportions, expanding far behind him to almost cover the horizon's expanse. The roots of the tree which were above the ground were so thick that even the tiniest one of them could comfortably cover a football field while leaving extra width to cover more ground space, even the tiniest of the leaves were so broad and so thick that he could make a very warm and comfortable king size blanket the eireely twisted lower branches were so big and had so much leaf cover that they prevented him from seeing how far into the sky the tree went. Then, even if it was more massive than any tree he had ever seen, at least, it's size and frame were within the limits of believability, even if he had stretched those limits a bit. Now however, the tree had grown past even the elastic limits of what he could believe.
That was not what frightened him though; the tree seemed to have become a singular embodiment of the Drant- no, proliferating- forest:
Instead of feeling like one whole tree, it gave off the aura of an interconnected network of individual parts capable of working independently or outrightly working independently, but still attaining the perfect harmony of a complete whole even if some parts seemed to contribute to the whole system more than the others, while some other parts seemed to recieve from the greater whole more than the others, sometimes even more than what they contributed, there was a feeling that such distribution was fair. The leaves of the tree, great and small, relatively speaking that is, rustled continuously. This was not because of wind movement, rather, it was because the faint white mist that had formally characterized the Proliferating Forest as he knew it, which seemed to have allgathered here giving the depth and intensity it had gained that pointed clearly at it being very concentrated, moved through the branches of the tree, mirroring what was from his perspective, the movement and force of a gale. Even worse, where he once felt a tingling sensation from the whole forest that hinted at the forest being haunted, was now borne by just one tree, the tree that he should be more familiar with given that it was the tree, one of whose roots was his spawn point. It bore an aura that, bore down on him so greatly that it made his skin crawl, gave him goose bumps, made his hair stand on end, and his mind almost blank out. When doubt tried to rear its head- that that was not the tree he knew as his spawn point , that maybe, in the course of his remake, he had been transported else where- the familiar morphology of the tree, it's twists and curls, firmly crushed them, stoping them into oblivion.
Before this newly evolved tree, he felt so small, so insignificant, like he was a speck of dust to a speck of dust to a very tiny germ in the cell of of a titanic creature-the titanic creature being the tree-and not just literarily...
It felt like he was standing before a creature of unfathomable power, who once stood at the peak of whatever this reality was, unrivalled and undisputed.
What horrified him though, was that the tree's transformation seemed to have taken place while he was, employing the disembodied voice own words, 'receiving his rewards' .
" Wait how long was I out? Arrgg this is frustrating…."
Just then, the View which he had subconsciously neglected due to the shock induced by the tree, one of whose roots was his spawn point, reentered his field of vision, no, more accurately, a pop up splash banner appeared on it totally covering the [Aspect beasts] tab like an annoying online advert, it's multi colored nature drawing his attention to it.
It read:
[ Introduction to the Embodiment Of The Proliferating Forest complete would you like to view the page or would you like to continue on your current page? ]
Although the words 'The Proliferating Forest' literarily wormed it way into existence like the other words before it, that barely registered into his mind. What was running through his head though….
"Is that the thing I have been given control over?"